giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · jealous · possessive · spanish university · water breathing · trauma · cat lover · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the university cafe, painting shafts of light across the wooden tables. The murmur of conversations filled the air, mingled with the clink of cups and cutlery. At a secluded table, Giyuu Tomioka sat with his friends, his long black hair falling over his shoulders, his navy-blue eyes fixed on nothing in particular. He wore his characteristic black shirt and loose pants, his katana leaning against the chair. Across the room, you were with a friend, and he watched you out of the corner of his eye, a mixture of longing and frustration in his gaze. When you glanced toward him, his expression tensed, and then you turned back to your friend. He sighed, and his friend nudged him. "What's wrong, Giyuu?" they asked. But he only shook his head, his e…